Feb 28 2008
Apostolic Prayer
“The son of man has no place to lay his head” Jesus
A few nights ago, one of our young staff guys was processing both the fear and the adventure of looking for God to lead him through the nebulous calling of our team. Even though Adullam is doing well as a church plant, our vision has pushed us to live by faith instead of banking on the church to pay our bills. Because we’re experimenting around apostolic movement, we push each other to reach beyond maintenance and into a long-term posture of “sending out.” To some it may sound wild and inspirational, but the reality means that we don’t have the foggiest idea of how we’re all going to make it. It’s like hooking your carabineer to the side rail of one of those riverboats….you know, the kind that jet up a narrow, raging rapid at 60 MPH.
I shared how my wife Cheryl has had to grow some muscles of faith because we’ve never in 16 years of marriage, known how we were going to pay the bills month to month. I also expressed how hard it is at times to be able to explain what we’re doing and why we’re doing it, even to people I thought should get it. And yes, even though there were incredible times of intimate calling and direction, there have been many nights I wake up in a sweat wondering if I’ve heard God correctly?
Unlike a normal church experience, that has some security and clear boxes of roles, expectation, and job descriptions, Adullam doesn’t offer these things. Everything feels like we’re learning it for the first time. We can’t seem to find too many that have been where we feel God is calling us. They don’t do national seminars or offer seminary classes on “how to effectively navigate a movement of incarnational communities and still pay your bills.” We do a lot of 360’s, there’s a lot of water hitting us in the face (fun as well as uncomfortable) and we often skim along barely missing huge rock outcroppings.
As the leader of this fun fleet, I do find myself discouraging people from being with us. Pastorally, and as a friend, I don’t want anyone to go through what we have. I waffle emotionally between wanting to prophetically call out a new Elijah type leader, the ones that wake up in the morning, snort at the devil, flip off fear, lace up their steel toed battle boots and head into action OR suggesting that people go do something a bit easier and more safe for their family.
As I prayed for this young man last night, the words of Jesus came quickly. “The son of man has no place to lay his head.” I don’t think these words are for everyone, or every Christian for that matter. I suppose some would argue, but I’ve found that the call to apostolic, missionary life, although offered to many, is accepted by few, especially in a western context.
This man who Jesus responded to was asking to follow Jesus. Jesus wasn’t heading into a nice life in the burbs. He wasn’t looking for a youth pastor to help him start a cool church. He wasn’t trying to gather a team of buddies that could serve with him for the next 50 years. He knew he was on a short time schedule, that the next day would be tough, and that the journey would be brutal. Thus, he was honest, “Look pal, thanks for your interest, but if you come with me today, you’re going to have to leave your big-girl undies at home and wake up every morning picking dirt out of your ear. You’ll be cold, misunderstood, maligned and malnourished. It won’t fit what your family back home considers a responsible way to live, and half the time you’ll think your nuts.
Jesus was setting an apostolic movement afloat and thus he could only take those who were called to the same life.
I’m not sure how this all will work out. We do have a church and I’m sure some day we’ll hire some people who can stay put and have a more stable existence. But I realized last night, that we’re still in an apostolic posture and it will be hard for people to make it with us. Young men and woman will have to be bi-vocational, work long hours, become comfortable with making their own schedule and writing their own job description. They’ll have to raise support, ask for money some days, and grab a hammer and work on other days. Likewise, as said “leader” of this operation, I’ll have to do all I can to protect and provide for these courageous teammates. I’ll have to look beyond my own provision. I’ll have to share resources I raise. I’ll have to limit the comfort I could justify for the sake of the team. I’ll have to prioritize looking after the emotional and spiritual health of these risk takers-their spouses and their kids.
Today, I just pray. “God of all mission, God of all people, God of substance and calling, provision and peace. Speak and lead us as you’ve done in days of old. As you have given vision and courage to countless saints, revive the faith of our new leaders today. Provide enough and often enough so that we know you’re with us. Silence the whispers of both demons and saints who don’t hear the same distant drum beat we hear. We bank our lives on your simple words that “you will never leave us or forsake us.” Amen.

